We had all had our medical examinations, as far as I know we had paid our £10 each assisted passage money and we waited for a date to sail to Australia. Mum’s brother, Uncle Tom had emigrated some months before and the Treen family were due to join him very shortly near Melbourne. All that happened way back in about 1956 or thereabouts. A sailing date came and went and Malcolm’s father never told his mother. Why? I have no idea. That is all of the story I know and both mum and dad having departed long ago, the answer is now lost in the mists of time. Mum never knew why dad had not told her, so maybe we shall never know. Uncle Gerald, Mum’s brother who still has his marbles may know: I have made a large note to quiz him upon our return to Blighty.
So my life may well have been so different but at last we are here and tomorrow we are off to gaze at Uncle Toms last known address. The odd thing is that John McEvoy with whom we are currently staying chose to settle only 15 minutes from where Uncle Tom used to live, a very, very small world indeed.
We ventured out to see work, by William Ricketts (1898-1993) an Australian potter and sculptor, in William Ricketts Sanctuary, which was bought by the Victorian Government in 1960. Passing on the way the Miss Marple tea rooms in Sassafras, Victoria.
This is a bank holiday weekend here, so history almost repeated itself with our first day in New Zealand being Waitangi Day and the whole place strewn with cars, our first day in Australia and Sassafras was the same: with everyone pushing and shoving for a parking space.
Tomorrow more sights and sounds of a country that we really are going to just scratch one tiny bit of the surface of before Singapore beckons.
Thank you for reading and don’t panic for it is really very nearly over!
M & M